Savage Awakening: An Alpha Pack Novel

by J. D. Tyler

  In his quarters, he stood panting, the fever almost unbearable. He had the strength to get through tonight, barely. This would be his last battle.

  He’d make it fucking count.

  One hour later, he was armed to the teeth as he strolled into the hangar. He headed for the group and glanced around for Rowan, then spotted her coming in after him. As she joined him, he grabbed a gun from the waistband of his leathers and handed it to her, butt first.

  “My extra hand cannon, complete with silencer. Figured you’d need one.”

  “Thanks. I was going to ask, since they confiscated mine when I got here.”

  “No problem.”

  Nobody said much else as they loaded into two Hueys, buckled up, and took off for Texas. Time to kick some Unseelie ass.

  And catch his bitch of a wicked stepsister.

  They crept through the foliage, and Aric blessed the carpet of pine needles for muffling their approach. They were prickly, and the heavy pine scent in the air made his wolf itch to sneeze, but they were useful.

  The Pack fanned out, but Aric kept Rowan close. The woods were almost pitch-black, occasional slivers of moonlight providing a path, like the floor lights in a movie theater. The Pack could see much better, but their human companions were vulnerable.

  Thankfully, the cabin wasn’t far off the isolated county road, so their trek wasn’t as long as some they’d been on. Even though they were moving slowly and cautiously, within a half hour the place came into view. Crouching, they froze as a unit. The hulking shapes of more than a dozen Sluagh were posted in the front, on the porch and perimeter combined. Some lumbering around, a few dozing. One in particular was snoring in one corner of the porch, so loudly he could be heard halfway to Dallas if the wind was right. Aric snorted to himself. No matter how evil you were, good help was hard to find.

  “Be careful,” Nick whispered. “They just look stupid. Go in quiet, kill as many as you can before the alarm is raised, and then A.J. will do his thing. Okay, my group, let’s take the back.”

  Nick, Ryon, Jax, and Zan moved off silently, leaving Aric, Rowan, Kalen, and Hammer to cover the front. A.J. hung back in the trees, sniper rifle in hand. They were as ready as they’d ever be.

  Aric’s group moved forward, and then spread out to pick off the beasts hanging on the outer edges, the ones alone and close to the shadows. Taking a deep breath, Aric took aim at one and fired. Thanks to the silencer, the shot made the barest whisper. It struck the kill zone and the thing slumped to the ground, dead.

  The problem proved to be the noise their rather large bodies made when they fell. Hearing the thump and a grunt from its fallen comrade, one Sluagh swung its big head around, searching for the source of the disturbance.

  “Come on, you big bastard,” Aric said under his breath. “That’s right, come on over and see what’s going on.”

  Sniffing the air, the creature ambled toward his spot. A few steps later, it came upon the other’s body and lifted its head to let out a roar. Aric fired again, striking this one in the heart as well, and it crumpled.

  To his left and right, his group began taking out the rest of them, but their luck couldn’t hold. Someone’s shot went wide, hitting one beast in the shoulder instead. The creature let out a booming cry that brought the area to life and made his ears ring.

  “Fuck.”

  Time to dance. They rushed the remaining creatures, picking off as many as they could before the numbers overwhelmed them and he, Hammer, and Kalen had to resort to their gifts. Just as he shot a Sluagh to his right, he spun to find two more nearly on him. He threw out a hand, unleashing his fire, grimacing as they burned, squealing.

  Not far from him, Kalen was doing a good job of protecting himself and Rowan from the onslaught, using his magic to dry them to husks. Hammer used his gift as a Tracer, teleporting from one place to another in an instant, barely avoiding decapitation. Aric was so distracted seeing him do that in battle, he nearly got himself gutted.

  He collided with one of the creatures, causing him to drop his gun. Shit. In desperation, he pushed his body into the other’s massive bulk, then forced a rapid half shift, his fingernails becoming razor-sharp claws. Then he drove them through rancid flesh into the beast’s heart. It gave a grunt and fell as he yanked them free again.

  Another beast rushed him from the side and he threw out a hand, using his gift of telekinesis to stop it cold, lift it. Then he sent it flying backward with the speed of a runaway train. He gave a shout of triumph as it slammed into a tree with a crunch, slid to the ground, and fell still.

  Hammer and Kalen were easily dispatching the last of the Sluagh, though the bigger man was bleeding. Seeing that the path to the front door was now clear, Aric ran, vaguely aware of Rowan racing behind him. He paused long enough to give the front door a couple of hard kicks, and it crashed inward.

  Sprinting inside, he searched for the witch. The one he longed to see burn for her crimes. He spotted the white-haired man who must be Chappell running for the back of the cabin, and Rowan shouted.

  “I’ll get him!” She took off, weapon in hand.

  “Be careful!” He scanned the room; it appeared to be empty. Until she spoke.

  “Did you miss me so much you had to come back for more?”

  Right in front of him, Beryl appeared out of thin air. She hadn’t changed. Long hair flowed around a face that should have been beautiful, if not for the ever-present coldness in her eyes and the cruel twist to her mouth.

  “I’m here to toast your skanky ass,” he snarled, taking a step forward.

  She laughed huskily. “Good luck with that.”

  Aric released his fire again, throwing out a hand. But Beryl was just as fast, uttering a word in Latin and raising a palm toward him. His flames were deflected with a roar as crimson light drove them back, the power of the clash tossing him backward. He landed hard, the hit jarring his spine, and lost his hold on the flames.

  The red light enveloped him, entering his body like a million volts of electricity. He screamed, couldn’t help himself, the pain was so great. Writhed on the floor like a cockroach that had been sprayed, waiting to die and helpless to do a fucking thing about it.

  Then a loud boom sounded and he was released from the light’s power. Raising his head, he saw Beryl go flying, crash into a wood-and-glass case, the kind that held little knickknacks. Wood crunched and glass showered everywhere. In the entryway, Kalen stood, staff in hand, whispering another chant and sending a second bolt at the witch.

  Aric didn’t think he’d ever been so happy to see any of his brothers. No doubt, Kalen was one of them.

  Beryl shrieked in pain and rage, flying up into the air with superhuman strength and speed. She flew at Kalen, firing a return blast that lifted him off his feet, propelled him back to smash into a wall. He slid to the floor, and the two of them returned blows.

  Aric pushed to his feet, moving around behind the witch. He had to help Kalen while her attention was focused on him. Aric tore off his shirt, let loose his wolf. Shifted, kicked free of his pants and shoes, and ran. He leapt, hitting her between the shoulder blades, taking her to the floor. She twisted and he went for her throat, clamped down, fully intending to tear it out.

  “Aric!” Nick’s voice shouted. “Don’t kill her!”

  Damn it! He held his position, kept her pinned. Somehow he managed to suppress the need to tear the head off the bitch who’d caused him such pain. Several sets of footsteps approached, his team joining them. Where the fuck was Rowan?

  “Aric, let her up,” Nick ordered. “And you, witch. Get to your knees, nice and slow.”

  Aric moved aside, growling, hackles raised. Ready to go against his leader’s command and tear her to shreds if she tried anything. “Now, on your feet. Slowly.”

  The men surrounded her. Kalen was the closest, keeping a wary eye on her. But even he wasn’t prepared when she raised a bloodied finger and pressed it to the center of his forehead.

  “Abyss
us abyssum invocat,” she hissed. Then she withdrew her hand and licked her own blood from her finger, looking quite pleased with herself.

  Kalen’s eyes drooped for a moment, and he staggered as though about to pass out. Hammer steadied him and the Sorcerer seemed to shake off whatever she’d done. Immediately, he mouthed his own incantation and the witch went rigid, arms going behind her back.

  “She’s bound,” Kalen said in a tired voice. “We can transport her now.”

  Aric shifted back to human form and went for his pants. Yanking them on, he looked around for Rowan and spotted her emerging from the hallway. “Thank God,” he said, striding toward her. Grabbing her, he pulled her against his chest. “I was way past worried about you.”

  “I’m good. Chappell, though? Not so much.” She sighed, pulling back. “Sorry, guys, but he turned and pulled a gun. I returned fire and shot him in the stomach. He’s bleeding out in the master bedroom, and he’s not gonna make it. If Nick wants to question him, he’d better get back there.”

  “Shit,” Nick spat. Then he glanced at Rowan, shaking his head. “Not your fault, though. I just wish we could’ve brought him in. Kalen, Hammer, Ryon, watch the witch. The rest of you can come with me.”

  They trooped to the bedroom. Aric was as curious as the rest of them to get an in-person look at the man who’d caused so much grief to so many shifter and human families. But when they walked in and saw him sprawled on the floor, clutching his stomach and bleeding out onto the carpet, he simply looked like a pathetic old man.

  His complexion was papery as he turned to squint at them, panting hard. What he said next shocked everyone.

  “I’m glad you caught me,” he rasped. “I’m glad it’s over.”

  His pale blue eyes were clear of malice, his words sincere. Aric had heard somewhere that the dead didn’t lie, and he thought it might be true in Chappell’s case. Jax crouched next to the older man, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Then he closed his eyes, and Aric knew the RetroCog was grabbing the threads of Chappell’s past. Gathering the visions that would lead to the truth.

  Finally Jax opened his eyes and gazed at Chappell. “You were a good man, and you did great things at NewLife, helping families through organ transplant techniques and medical research. You helped thousands.”

  “Yes. And then the demon came.”

  “Malik?” Nick asked, his expression intense.

  Chappell nodded. “I never knew such evil truly existed.” The old man coughed, and blood bubbled to his lips. “But then he came, and I was lost. He takes what he wants by bending you to his will. He’s a seducer, the bastard, and he takes pleasure in the twisting of a soul. In making you enjoy it.”

  The old man was fading fast. Nick spoke quickly.

  “Chappell, tell us how to identify Malik—what does he look like?”

  The man gave a laugh that rattled in his chest. “He can be anything, or anyone. But I’ve seen his true self…”

  Aric doubted that very much. Sariel had passed along to Nick and the team the description of Malik he’d given to Rowan—that the Unseelie was ugly as sin with horns growing out of his head. Nick was only trying to discern what form Malik had used with the old man.

  “Is he ugly,” Nick pressed, “like those beasts he uses as his henchmen?”

  “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But no, he’s as darkly beautiful as Satan himself… black hair and eyes like polished onyx. Huge black wings with blue-black feathers, not leathery ones like those pets of his. Not going to find him like that, though. He can’t walk down the street like… like that.”

  Nick cursed. “Then we’re right back where we started—without one clue what he really looks like.”

  “I’m betting Sariel’s description is the correct one,” Aric said. “He would know better than anybody.”

  “True.” Nick looked back to the old man. “Mr. Chappell, can you tell us what identity he’s using to pass among humans? What’s his name?”

  “He’s a millionaire,” the man gasped with difficulty. “Goes by Evan… Kerrigan.”

  Nick sighed, relief etched on his face. “Thank you. Because of your help, we have a place to start the search.”

  Zan, who’d been silent, crouched at the old man’s other side. “Mr. Chappell, I can heal you. Let me—”

  “No, boy.” The man refused the offer quietly. “I’ve hurt too many.”

  Zan was not one to easily accept letting a man die. Especially one who’d been innocent, and then controlled against his will. “You were lured into Malik’s horrible project, your mind taken hostage just like those being experimented on. He used you like a puppet, and you had no say. You deserve a second chance, and we’ll keep you safe. Please, before it’s too late.”

  “Son, it was too late for me when the first person died under one of my own fucking knives. Just promise me you’ll get him,” he whispered, his eyes meeting Nick’s.

  “You have my word,” Nick said grimly. “One day we’ll destroy Malik and use his entrails as Christmas tinsel.”

  “Good enough. Forgive me…” The old man’s eyes drifted closed. As they watched, he let out a sigh and then breathed no more.

  For a moment, no one moved. Aric’s throat was tight. That sure hadn’t turned out at all like they’d thought. Chappell had been a great man fallen to a demon, and his death had set him free. It was a sobering, eye-opening few minutes.

  “I’ll call Grant,” Nick said at last. “Have him send a cleanup crew and retrieve Chappell’s body. He’ll spin a story for the man’s family and the press.”

  “Sweep it under the rug,” Zan snapped. “He’s mighty fucking good at that.”

  “Yeah, he is.” Nick rose, his face weary. “Let’s go.”

  In the living room, Kalen and the others still stood watch over Beryl, who glared icy daggers at them all. Aric shivered despite the heat lapping at his body again. She’d kill every last Pack member if she got loose, or die trying.

  Apparently, Kalen’s binding spell had worked on her venomous mouth, too, for which Aric was grateful. Keeping a wary eye on her just the same, he walked over to Kalen and then gave his attention to the spot where she’d pressed her finger. The Sorcerer must’ve already wiped off the blood.

  “What was that she said to you, when she touched your forehead?” Aric asked, cocking his head. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to know. Their brothers paused in shuffling around the room to hear the answer.

  “Abyssus abyssum invocat,” he said quietly. “It’s Latin for ‘hell calls hell.’”

  Ryon frowned. “That doesn’t sound good. What does it mean?”

  “It means when Malik calls, he’ll expect me to answer. And if I refuse, there will be hell to pay.”

  Fourteen

  The morning Rowan was scheduled to depart for L.A., Nick called her into his office.

  He rose to greet her and then gestured to the chair she’d occupied… was it only a week ago? The very place where she’d sat and listened to the most astounding things coming out of his sexy mouth and hadn’t believed an asinine word. Until she’d witnessed it for herself, again and again.

  When they were situated, he got right to the point. “I wanted to give you this,” he said. Reaching into his desk drawer, he pulled out a heavy object and slid it across the surface to her. “I should’ve let you use it during our shootout at the OK Corral.”

  “My gun.” She smiled. “I figured maybe you planned to keep it.”

  “Nah. I actually meant to return it before now.”

  “Thanks.” She gave him a thoughtful look. “Somehow I don’t think getting my weapon back is the only reason I’m here. You could’ve just passed it to one of the guys if that’s all you wanted.”

  As always, his smile transformed his hardened countenance into a breathtaking one. “I’d say you didn’t need to be a psychic to know that.”

  She laughed, delighted that he had recalled their sparring that day and tossed her words back at her. �
�Touché. So, what gives, O Great One?”

  “You’re the only one I’d let get away with calling me that,” he said, only half teasing.

  “Why did you?”

  “Damned if I know. Anyway, I have something sort of serious to discuss.”

  “Sounds ominous.”

  “Not really, unless you count battling nasty supernatural creatures as ominous,” he quipped.

  “I’m not following.”

  Leaning back in his rolling chair, he tapped a pen on his desk top. “I want you to think about joining the Alpha Pack team when you return.”

  After that bombshell, she gaped at him, trying to assimilate what he’d said. “You want me on the team? Are you serious?”

  “I don’t make offers like that lightly. So, yes, I do.”

  “But you don’t have any women in the ranks, as Hammer pointed out before. How will the guys feel about that?”

  “What is this, the Dark Ages? And don’t forget, you’ve already proven yourself in battle, twice. The team would be lucky to have you.”

  “I—I don’t know what to say.”

  “That’s a first.”

  “Har-har.”

  “Just tell me you’ll give it serious thought.”

  The import of his offer slowly seeped in, and she nodded. “I will. No matter what I decide, I’m truly honored that you’d ask. How soon do you want an answer?”

  “It’s an open-ended offer, but maybe you shouldn’t take too long.”

  A sense of dread skittered in, like a spider under the bed. “Why’s that?”

  “Just listen to what this tells you.” He placed a fist over his heart, gave his chest a tap, and laid his arm on the desk again.

  “So, you’re saying there’s a reason I should take the job? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “I can’t interfere with your decision, you know that. All I can do is present the options. You have to follow your heart’s desire. No one can do it for you.”